I will preface this by saying I have not read the comics and am only marginally familiar with the original story, but Netflix’s adaptation of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman is probably one of the best pieces of television I have seen in VERY long time.
From the moment the audience is given a bird’s-eye view of The Dreaming (The Kingdom of Dreams) I was hooked. The score, the cinematography, the artwork – it’s a beautiful representation of the power of dreams. Also, it’s just fun to hear one of the first lines said by Jenna (Queen Victoria herself) Coleman be “F*ck!”
The cast of The Sandman is incredible: Gwendoline Christie, John Cameron Mitchell, Vivienne Acheampong, Patton Oswalt, Kirby Howell-Baptiste – the list goes on. Gaiman created such a vast and vivid world that it is impossible not to fall instep behind at least one of the characters.
The character of Lyta Hall, a friend to a pivotal character, who lost someone she loved but now spends her dreams, living with him in the life they should have had. Her story resonated with me personally, as having loved and lost, there were days I lived to sleep so I could see him again. Though it’s a small part of a much bigger story, but it’s powerful – a testament to Gaiman, his creativity – and his ability to connect with his audience.
Like Alice, after she fell down the rabbit hole I was lost in the brilliance and beauty of the ten episodes of season one. I won’t give too much away, as it really is something one should see. So really, just watch The Sandman. Now on Netflix.